We never thought that you were gone until we turned the lights on
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and spoke to your god but he ain't saying nothing,
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except for some thing about your life going to waste in more ways then one
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I never liked him anyways
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You push it most days when you're young
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and then one day they grow up and everyone's wrong
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they can't teach you nothing they give you nothing
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so you get thinking maybe there's a phase where everyone floats
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south in never ending lemonade
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Inside of myself, daylight is almost waking up slow and wondering
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how sometimes it isn't always good here
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What made you go and when did you get back from mars
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You circled 'round odd fallen stars and reached out for the lightning
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until you were stung until there was a nice ring,
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the only right thing so you get thinking maybe in a way
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I'll never know for sure the full sad of everyone
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And hey, is there anyone known who gets along just great
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with everyone on all the days.
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When Did You Get Back From Mars?
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| I Mother Earth |